The Humbled Never Take; Only Give!
I am here, or is it there, already,
fifty-six years and long after his death,
I suddenly know Tupac more than I understood,
I was always there, or is it, here, all along anyway,
all along and no route out of it,
or file in cake of freedoms dream.
Time is a constant but,
never the integrity of truth –
and truth be known,
some days I do not have the strength to peer over the wall upon a false horizon,
some days, I just wish I was ghosting the wings of Tupac Shakur,
where wings are once again, restored and, fly.
Michael J Waite 25th April 2023.
(You’re still alive and more than ever before).